Under the snow-capped mountains, a woman in green clothes is on a horse, with tears in her eyes, looking at the man in white clothes in a wheelchair opposite. He murmured to himself: Ruthless, goodbye...
The man in white was sitting in a wheelchair, looking straight at the woman in green on the horse. His eyes gradually became moist, and he said in his heart: If this is what you want, Zhiyan, I will let you go...
So, he watched helplessly as the woman who made him feel distressed even if he looked at her from a distance, walked away.
Zhiyan, if there is reincarnation, I will never let you go after I meet you next time...